112: Chapter 112 Fierce Battle at the Hospital Entrance

"Chen Ming, sixteen years old, a tenth-grade student at Hangzhou Second High School.

His parents are ordinary office workers—snobbish and vain. They have a complicated attitude toward President Chen Ran's family, feeling both jealous and eager to curry favor.

Chen Ming himself has below-average grades and is addicted to mobile games. He yearns for a luxurious lifestyle and often brags to his classmates about having a brother who is the president. In reality, he is distant from President Chen Ran's family, and President Chen Ran's parents have a mediocre impression of him."

Vulture's tone carried a hint of mockery. "Most importantly, we've monitored his web browsing and spending history. It shows he's had initial contact with online gambling and has expressed a strong desire for quick money.

This is... a near-perfect opening."

"Target him and devise a plan," the Jazz ordered, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

In Hangzhou, a smoky underground pool hall near the Second High School.

Chen Ming was playing pool with a few of his so-called brothers. His phone screen kept lighting up with advertisements from a gambling app called 'Lucky Star,' promoting a 'guaranteed profit' bonus for new users' first deposits.

He played distractedly, his mind filled with thoughts of the latest sneakers and phones—prices that were out of his reach.

A man in a leather jacket, looking like a delinquent, approached and handed him a cigarette. "Nice pool skills, little brother.

Want to try something more exciting?"

Chen Ming looked at him warily.

"Don't be nervous. Just download an app on your phone. Play a little; the money comes much faster than pool.

I can see you're someone who wants to make some extra cash."

The man lowered his voice and showed a screenshot of a substantial account balance on the Lucky Star app.

With a mix of hesitation and compliance, curiosity and the desire for money won out.

Chen Ming downloaded the app and topped it up with his pocket money.

At first, he indeed won several hundred yuan, leaving him ecstatic.

Over the next few days, lured by professional guidance from customer service and 'insider information,' he invested more of his living expenses, even stealing money from his mother's wallet.

He won some and lost some, but whenever he lost, the attentive customer service was always there to offer low-interest loans to help him win back his capital.

The trap quietly tightened.

The loan amounts grew higher, and the interest snowballed rapidly.

By the time he owed fifty thousand yuan and began to panic, the man in the leather jacket reappeared. No longer friendly, he brought two burly thugs and cornered him in the alley behind the pool hall.

"Kid, time to pay up. Principal plus interest: eighty thousand," the man said, blowing smoke rings.

"I... I don't have that much..." Chen Ming's face turned pale.

"No money? I heard you have a brother who's a president. Why don't you just ask him for it?" The man sneered.

"I... I'm not close to him..." Chen Ming didn't dare say that his family's relationship with President Chen Ran was mediocre.

"Not close? That's fine. I'll show you a way out." The man leaned in, his voice cold. "Your uncle, Chen Jianwei, is his father, isn't he?

Find an excuse to lure the couple out alone to this place."

He stuffed a slip of paper into Chen Ming's hand with the address of a small private hospital on the outskirts of the city. "As long as they show up, your debt is wiped clean.

Plus, I'll give you this much." He made a gesture for one hundred thousand.

"What are you trying to do?!" Chen Ming wasn't stupid; he felt something was wrong.

"Nothing much, just want to discuss some business with your uncle."

The man patted his face with considerable force. "Or, you can choose not to do it.

Then we'll follow the rules of the streets: a debt must be paid; it's only natural.

Can't pay?

Ten thousand per finger. Count for yourself if you have enough parts to cover it.

Oh, and by the way, we know where your parents work too."

Fear completely overwhelmed Chen Ming.

The threat of losing limbs, his parents' safety, plus the temptation of one hundred thousand yuan in cash... He tremblingly took the slip of paper.

A few days later, with bloodshot eyes, Chen Ming used a newly purchased burner phone that couldn't be easily traced to call Chen Jianwei. His voice was choked with tears. "Uncle... Uncle, help! My dad... my dad suddenly had chest pains and fainted!

We're at XX Hospital. The doctor says he needs surgery immediately and needs a family member's signature!

My mom is scared out of her wits. Uncle, please come with Auntie! I'm begging you!"

On the other end of the line, although Chen Jianwei and Qian Shuqing had their grievances with the second brother's family, their hearts tightened upon hearing words like 'chest pain,' 'fainted,' and 'surgery.'

After all, they were blood relatives, and this was a matter of life and death.

Though Qian Shuqing muttered, "What kind of trouble are they into now?" Chen Jianwei was an honest man and felt they couldn't just stand by and watch someone die.

"How is your father? Is it serious? Which hospital?" Chen Jianwei asked urgently.

Chen Ming gave the name and address of the hospital from the slip of paper, sounding very frantic.

Chen Jianwei hung up and prepared to leave.

Qian Shuqing thought for a moment and said, "I'll call that Xiao Lin whom Xiao Ran arranged for us. Let them drive us there; it'll be safer."

Nightingale, upon receiving the call from Qian Shuqing, immediately became alert.

The departure of President Chen Ran's parents, especially to a relatively remote suburban hospital, was a situation that required reporting.

While arranging vehicles and personnel—two teams, one overt and one covert—he immediately verified the information about the private hospital and Chen Jianjun's status through special channels.

The feedback came quickly: the hospital primarily treated men's and women's health issues and lacked proper emergency facilities. Furthermore, Chen Jianjun had been working normally at his office all afternoon.

"It's a trap!" Nightingale's heart skipped a beat. He immediately raised the alert level to the highest and notified the National Security contact point on the perimeter.

National Security also responded quickly. They pulled surveillance footage from around the hospital and found several plateless vehicles lingering nearby that afternoon, with some "passersby" behaving suspiciously.

"The other side is prepared; there might be an ambush.

I suggest canceling the trip or changing the route to draw the snake out of its hole," the National Security official suggested.

However, Chen Jianwei and his wife were anxious and insisted on going, fearing that any delay would jeopardize the rescue.

Left with no choice, Nightingale could only prepare for the worst and devise an emergency plan.

He and his team checked their non-lethal equipment and put on concealed soft body armor.

National Security mobilized an elite tactical team nearby, armed and stationed around the target hospital, ready to launch an assault if anything went wrong.

An ordinary sedan carrying Chen Jianwei's couple and two security guards, along with an inconspicuous van disguised as a delivery vehicle carrying four other guards and some equipment, drove toward the suburban hospital.

The closer they got, the stronger the oppressive feeling of an impending storm became.

The street where the hospital was located was unusually quiet, with almost no pedestrians in sight.

As soon as the car stopped at the hospital entrance, Chen Jianwei and his wife got out under the protection of the two security guards and were about to head inside.

*Thwip! Thwip!*

Two suppressed gunshots rang out almost simultaneously! Two decorative flower pots at the hospital entrance instantly shattered! The opposition had actually opened fire as a warning while simultaneously blocking the entrance!

"Enemy attack! Protect the targets! Get back to the car!" Nightingale roared. He and another team member instantly tackled Chen Jianwei and his wife to the ground, rolling toward the vehicle for cover.

Almost at the same time as the shots, over a dozen militants armed with automatic weapons, dressed in black tactical gear and masks, charged out from the alleys on both sides of the hospital and leaned out from the windows of the building opposite!

Their fire was intense and precise, instantly turning the two security vehicles into sieves, with tires bursting and glass shattering!

Their objective was clear: suppress the vehicles, isolate the security, and go straight for Chen Jianwei and his wife!

"Fire!" the commander of the National Security tactical team on the perimeter roared.

*Bang! Bang! Bang! Da-da-da!*

Intense gunfire instantly tore through the suburban silence!

The National Security team opened fire from their pre-positioned spots, engaging the ambushers in a firefight.

Bullets flew everywhere, striking walls, vehicles, and the ground, kicking up countless sparks and debris.

Although President Chen Ran's security team members were unarmed, their reactions were astonishingly fast.

The moment the shots rang out, they had assessed the situation. Two of them shielded Chen Jianwei and his wife, huddling behind the car body and using their own bodies to block potential stray bullets and shrapnel.

The other four members, including Nightingale, used the vehicle wreckage and street debris as cover, pouncing forward like cheetahs!

They didn't have guns, but they had speed faster than bullets and a fiercer determination!

A militant had just turned his muzzle when Nightingale closed the distance. With a precise knife-hand strike to the Adam's apple, Nightingale seized the gun while driving his knee hard into the man's abdomen. The opponent collapsed without a sound.

Another team member picked up a dropped firearm from the ground, but before he could get used to it, he was suppressed by flanking fire.

Seeing this, Grey Falcon lunged out from behind cover and tackled the shooter. His body knocked the muzzle aside, and a bullet grazed his shoulder. He clung to the opponent, rolling on the ground while repeatedly stabbing the man's ribs with a tactical knife.

The battle was brutal and brief.

The militants were well-trained, had fierce firepower, and held the advantage with their pre-planned ambush.

However, the timely intervention of National Security and the fearless close-quarters combat of President Chen Ran's security team disrupted their rhythm.

*Thud!* A militant trying to approach the vehicle where Chen Jianwei and his wife were was precisely headshot by a National Security sniper.

Swift's leg was hit, and blood gushed out, but she gritted her teeth and used an expandable baton to knock down an enemy trying to flank them.

After finishing off his first enemy, Grey Falcon saw another militant aiming at Chen Jianwei, who had just been dragged to a safer corner by a comrade. Without a second thought, he roared and lunged forward again, using his back to block the bullet meant for Chen Jianwei!

Two muffled thuds rang out, and blood blossomed from his chest. He staggered but gripped the opponent's gun barrel tightly, creating a fatal opening for a nearby National Security member.

Gunfire, roars, screams, shattering glass, and car alarms... all intertwined into a symphony of death.

Three minutes later, the battle was over.

The scene was a mess, filled with smoke and the pungent smell of blood.

Thirteen militants lay in pools of blood, killed on the spot.

Eight others, seeing the situation turn sour, used smoke grenades for cover and fled frantically by car. After a brief exchange of fire with pursuing National Security vehicles, they disappeared into the complex backroads of the city's outskirts.

On the National Security side, three members were killed in the crossfire, and three others were wounded.